GoodWhiteKid
Good white kid from the suburbs
Felt a little different than the others
Made some bad friends, when they met, causing trouble
That's when he got to big for his bubble
Now I tell her "Buss it down"
Four hundred and fifty-four grams, damn that's a pound
We be getting so gassed when we smoke that loud
Bitches having no class, they get passed around
They get passed around
Everytime your boy pulls up
All these hoes look up
Cuz I'm fabulous
I walked into the scene, now it's so shook up
They don't know Europe
Cuz they so cooked up
Still we bring the heat and the bangers
Why you so rude, lil' boy, learn some manners
Low-key, eyeing me, I'll put you on a banner
"Smashed in the face with Thor's hammer"
But I'm still a...
Good white kid from the suburbs
Felt a little different than the others
Made some bad friends, when they met, causing trouble
That's when he got to big for his bubble
Now I tell her "Buss it..."
Four hundred and fifty-four grams, damn that's a...
We be getting so gassed when we smoke that...
Bitches having no class, they get passed a...
They get passed a...
Good white kid from the suburbs
Felt a little different than the others
Made some bad friends, when they met, causing trouble
That's when he got to big for his bubble
Now I tell her "Buss it down"
Four hundred and fifty-four grams, damn that's a pound
We be getting so gassed when we smoke that loud
Bitches having no class, they get passed around
They get passed around
Felt a little different than the others
Made some bad friends, when they met, causing trouble
That's when he got to big for his bubble
Now I tell her "Buss it down"
Four hundred and fifty-four grams, damn that's a pound
We be getting so gassed when we smoke that loud
Bitches having no class, they get passed around
They get passed around
Everytime your boy pulls up
All these hoes look up
Cuz I'm fabulous
I walked into the scene, now it's so shook up
They don't know Europe
Cuz they so cooked up
Still we bring the heat and the bangers
Why you so rude, lil' boy, learn some manners
Low-key, eyeing me, I'll put you on a banner
"Smashed in the face with Thor's hammer"
But I'm still a...
Good white kid from the suburbs
Felt a little different than the others
Made some bad friends, when they met, causing trouble
That's when he got to big for his bubble
Now I tell her "Buss it..."
Four hundred and fifty-four grams, damn that's a...
We be getting so gassed when we smoke that...
Bitches having no class, they get passed a...
They get passed a...
Good white kid from the suburbs
Felt a little different than the others
Made some bad friends, when they met, causing trouble
That's when he got to big for his bubble
Now I tell her "Buss it down"
Four hundred and fifty-four grams, damn that's a pound
We be getting so gassed when we smoke that loud
Bitches having no class, they get passed around
They get passed around
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Writer(s): Robbe Baert
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